Page 46 of Secret Obsession
Suddenly, the urge to party drains out of me, and I go still.
Violet and Aspen stop, too.
“I’m going to be sick,” I announce.
An excuse, maybe, but neither of them stop me from rushing out the side door by the bathrooms. The same one I was plotting on using to escape anyway. But now I’m dry heaving at the side of the building, my stomach churning and revolting.
It’s only when the muscle spasms subside, and nothing comes up, that I finally straighten.
Something cold pricks my skin.
It’s snowing. Of course.
My jacket is inside, but I can’t be bothered to go back for it. In fact, it’s best if I just… don’t. I make it to the corner of the building and step onto the main sidewalk.
“Here.”
Warmth in the form of a coat is draped over my shoulders.
I’m notsupersurprised to see Knox.
Because he may be an asshole, but he doesn’t have a bad heart.
You thought.
“Why are you being nice right now?”
He laughs. “I’m not being nice. I’m torturing my brother.”
Oh.
“Will you fall asleep if I put you in a cab?”
Maybe.
“Okay, walking, it is.”
And that’s what we do. He doesn’t touch me again, but he does stay next to me. And when I fumble with my keys, which were in the pocket of the jacket around my shoulders, he plucks them from my hand and unlocks it. Then unlocks my apartment door.
“Get in bed,” he says. “I’m going to take a picture and send it to Miles.”
I laugh. I highly doubt he’d do that—which is why I strip out of my dress on the way into my bedroom. The fishnets are under my shorts, so those will just have to stay. And the corset laces are making my eyes cross.
“Willow,” Knox calls.
I face him and flop backward on the bed. A giggle bursts out of me. Something flashes in my eyes, blinding for a second until I blink away the stars.
“Sleep it off,” he advises.
“No problemo,” I reply.
14
MILES
First problem?
Ronan fucking Pierce.
